Rafe POV
Calder and I didn’t head upstairs right away.
The hall was quiet now - too quiet after the sharp echo of fear and dominance that had filled it minutes ago. The fire still burned low in the hearth, painting everything in that amber glow that made shadows look alive.
Calder went to the sideboard, poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass, and handed one to me. The scent of oak and smoke mingled with the lingering smell of rain and wolf.
“To our Luna,” he said dryly, raising the glass.
I smirked. “To the chaos she brought with her.”
We drank. The whiskey bit at first, then burned smooth all the way down. It felt good - something clean and grounding after all the blood and tension of the last few days.
Calder leaned back against the table, the faint shimmer of his mark cat
